My Love Affair with My Mum Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

My Love Affair with My Mum Pt. 03

... Peter, no touching just for you to look at," she said leaning back and out of my reach.

"But mum," I sighed.

"They're the rules love, look but no touching, okay?"

"Yes, but it's crazy please let me just feel them."

She said no again and kept saying that as I persisted although I was beginning to think that I could hear less conviction in her voice. I wanted to touch them for obvious reasons, I mean tits are great to feel so why not? But on top of that I was reckoning that if she'd gone this far then a little bit of titty stimulation might work her up enough to let me go further and maybe even fuck her.

Of course, one of the other things going through my mind was recalling the kiss beside the pool and the sensations I got from my hands on her bare hip and back. If that was anything to go on then what it would be like feeling her tits was almost beyond belief so I pleaded, "Please, please Jayne please let me, we've gone this far just let me hold them for a few moments."

The nightdress had now slipped down so that it was bunched around her waist and her two full, but nevertheless marvellously firm for her near fifty-years, tits seemed to be dominating the room almost as much as they were dominating my thinking.

"If I do let you love, you must promise you won't try anything else, okay?"

"What do you mean?" I asked my cock almost leaping out of the bed. I was now sure that she could see the outline of it under the sheet and she must have known was ...

... happening to me. And just as she had all evening, I saw her looking at it and she saw that I saw that. That excited me even more.

"No trying to get me to go further Peter, I just can't do that with you."

"What you mean sex mum?"

"I think a question like that should be directed to Jayne, don't you?" she asked with a wry grin.

Grinning back I said, "Yes Jayne it should, you mean I mustn't ask to fuck you, is that it?"

"Yes," she whispered, "That's exactly it but don't say that."

"Don't say what?"

"That you er, um want to, you know fuck me."

"But I do," I couldn't help blurting out.

"Then call it something else, making love is better."

"So, if I don't try to make love to you, you're going to let me hold them yes?"

"Yes darling, yes you can," she croaked.

Without any further hesitation I sat up straight, and reached out and cupped both of my mother's boobs in my hands. And that felt absolutely fucking great.

"Oh my God Jayne, fuck me they are fabulous," I groaned almost to myself but loud enough for her to hear. In response as I gently squeezed them, I got a lovely little moan from her and I felt her push them more firmly into my hands. And what a lovely pair of sensations that was.

We sat like that, with me in the bed just covered by a sheet and her sitting on the edge her hip pressed against mine without speaking for a few moments. My mother, topless in a flimsy nighty with the top part around her waist and me naked and fully erect. Of course I ...